I have a friend, we’ll call him “MJ.” He’s been blogging his broke, white ass off since the day I sat on him and forced him to or face a number of broken body parts. And he has complied. In fact, I think he’s become addicted to it. Either that, or he just likes all the vile threats I reap upon him when he becomes stagnate in his writing. I hear some guys are into that kinda stuff.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Why Some Bloggers Become Bloggers
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I’ve had a love/hate relationship with writing for more
years than I can count. But it was a comfortable association because it was
just between the two of us. Until I discovered blogging. Then it got a whole
lot more complicated. Suddenly, it was out there for the whole world to see.
Not that many people ever stumbled onto my blog, but that’s their loss.
Much like a fugly guy that finds out there are actually TWO
women in the world wanting to sleep with him, I eagerly embraced blogging while
placating the writing. How’s the ugly one going to say no? He can’t because
that would be giving up his two chances of having sex before he faces the big “FIN”
at the end of his life’s movie. I couldn’t say no to blogging or writing. They
each filled a need that the other one couldn’t fill.
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